The Gift At Our Door
How were we to know that night
A dark hurting desperation
Came to our door unbidden
Carrying life and death
In an angry mixture.
End of the line
Everybody out!
No stops past here
Except the last, long one.
You arrive.
The tears are hot
The mask forgot
No more robot.
You take the risk.
You face the fear
And the years they say
You cannot trust
And depend on anyone.
You reach across that
Vast valley of doubt
And ask
For help.
With clarity that hurts
You find the wounds
You begin the healing
And the search for
The treasure that’s always been there
With the doubts still lurking
You persist.
You don’t run, or make excuses
Or find the reasons
You can’t succeed.
Your cloak of honor
Fits well now.
Everyday brings new strength
And new tears
And acceptance of yourself
As a worthy and special being
Grows in you eyes,
And your step.
End of the line?
For that train, maybe.
The package opened
The gifts received
Is freashly wrapped
In hope and promise
And it leaves on a new train
Heading for the horizon.